“When peace like a river, attendeth my way . . .” – Spafford, It is Well with My Soul
I guess I’ve always thought of peace like a stable dock in the middle of a raging ocean during a hurricane. I’ve thought peace, a sense of rightness which anxiety can’t touch, would be the calm in the center of a storm, firm footing in a changing world of circumstance. I’ve imagined peace as a strong stasis–an unmovable rock of faith God grants when hearts are centered on the right things.
But about 2700 years ago a prophet named Isaiah called peace a river {Isaiah 66:12} and then 250 years ago a man named Horatio Spafford penned the same analogy as he wrote the famous hymn, “It is Well With My Soul,” while grieving the death of his four daughters in a shipwreck over the Atlantic.
Neither called peace a strong, inanimate structure of boards. Neither used the imagery of a rock, either.
Both described peace, instead, like a moving, changing, powerful, always-forward, very-alive river.
And this morning I am wondering about that image, thinking about how it contradicts with the one I’ve held before.
I’m wondering what it looks like to embrace a “peace that passes understanding,” one not contingent at all on circumstances or storms or even stable places to put my feet. I’m wondering what it means to live with a peace that’s the raging-river-kind, that always presses forward with power, sweeping up the smaller, irrelevant debris in its wake.
And I’ll be honest, peace-like-a-river feels much scarier than peace-like-a-rock.
It’s wilder and more untamed. It’s future flows to parts unknown, and it finds itself smack-dab in-the-midst-of, not above-it-all.
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“Peace like a River” or “Peace Like a Rock” or “Peace like . . . ?” Which image speaks to you most right now? And, what area are you needing peace about this week? Would love to pray for you.

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